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There is an old friend from Yangguan in the west Chapter 1247 Wants a drink

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    Chapter 1,247 I want a drink

    ¡°Golden Wolf Clan Huangshi Tribe, one of our teams was chasing a small group of wild wolves, and they suddenly launched a sneak attack¡±

    The big man in black armor drank the last sip of wine, looked around, tore off half of his clothes, briefly bandaged the wounds on his and the horse's legs, and while talking, he led the horse towards a small hill not far away.

    Each tribe will send a capable team to hunt and drive away small groups of wolves near the settlement. To put it simply, Zhewen's wolf hunting team was ambushed by the Yellowstone tribe. The remaining five people died in the battle. He fought to the death and escaped.  , but he was also seriously injured. If he hadn't met Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei, he would have died in the end.

    "Well, that's right. Are you planning to face the enemy on this hill?"

    Unless it is between tribes that are officially at war, ambushing other tribes' wolf hunting teams is taboo in the Qinke Grassland. The Yellowstone tribe's persistent pursuit of Zhewen is not difficult even for Murong Xuefei.  understand.

    "Haha, if you two don't leave, it will be too late. I will entangle them here. Even if I, Zhewen, chop them with a knife, I will drag a few more thieves from the Golden Wolf tribe to my back. If you dare, please give me another gourd of wine."

    Xiaotu Mountain is not high, only about 50 feet, but it is quite steep. At least riding a horse up it is not easy. Zhewen does not have a bow and arrows. If he fights with his pursuers on flat ground, he will not stand a chance. In fact, he is on Xiaotu Mountain.  On the mountain, he also had no chance, it was just a matter of delaying it for a while longer.

    "What a good man. Today I will meet the warriors of the Golden Wolf Clan."

    Murong Xuefei took off the bow and arrow from her horse and gave it to Zhewen.

    In fact, she has never practiced archery. Hanging a bow and arrow on the horse is more of a show-off.

    Stone Niu, Stone Sheep, Black Wolf, Golden Wolf, of course there is no difference to Murong Xuefei, but Zhewen asked for a gourd of wine before he died, which suddenly reminded her of Linghu Xia, and Zhewen  She wanted to buy a gourd of wine instead of buying a gourd of wine, which was quite suitable for her temper. This was the only trip in the muddy water.

    ¡°Besides, killing a few Jue Xiong tribesmen is not a bad thing for the human race. Murong Xuefei has no embarrassment at all.

    This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it is simply life and death.

    "Ah! You two have great righteousness, Zhe Wen will never forget it. However, the Huangshi tribe is very powerful, so I ask you to think twice. If it is convenient, I only need to give you two pots of arrows after seeing you again. Zhe Wen is very kind. I haven't asked the two Gao surnames yet.  Name."

    Bows and arrows are things that the Juexiong people do not want to leave for a moment. A fierce battle is about to begin, but Murong Xuefei hands her bow and arrows into the hands of others. This makes Zhewen overjoyed but also surprised.

    ¡°Brothers Mu Yan, Mu Xue, and Wen of the Canglang clan should concentrate on facing the enemy.¡±

    "Hey, uncle, I'm in a bad mood."

    According to Feng Rushan¡¯s original intention, he didn¡¯t want to interact with the Stone Niu tribe so simply and crudely, but since Murong Xuefei had decided, he didn¡¯t care.

    Not everything can be calculated clearly, and it is also good to indulge occasionally.

    "Brother Mu and Miss Mu, there are two second-level masters among the pursuers. I would like to bother you two and send this to the Stone Niu Tribe to Chief Mo Huai or Elder Lu Hua. All the members of the Stone Niu Tribe will be grateful.  Two great benefactors.¡±

    Zhewen took out a black cylinder from his arms and handed it to Feng Rushan.

    ¡°It¡¯s too late, Brother Zhewen, kill all these bastards from the Golden Wolf Tribe first, and we¡¯ll talk about other things later.¡±

    Murong Xuefei shook her head, dismounted and stood behind Feng Rushan.

    "With such a high position, brothers Zhewen, why should we be so pessimistic? Although they are large in number, they may not be able to take advantage today."

    "A bastard from the Golden Wolf Clan! No matter how you say it, he should be a bastard from the Yellowstone Tribe. With Uncle Master's temper. This Zhewen has a good nature."

    Feng Rushan had already got off Linma, picked up a stone half a man's height, stood behind the stone, stretched out his bow and nocked an arrow, and pointed the arrow down the mountain.

    Zhewen was just leading a wolf hunting team to wander around the settlement, and there could be any urgent news that needed to be sent back to the Stone Niu Tribe. The black cylinder was obviously an excuse to get Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei out of danger.  And he stayed behind to block the pursuers. His kind-heartedness was admired by Feng Rushan even if he was from a foreign race.

    "Zhe Wen has recognized two good friends. If he can survive this time, he will definitely have a drink with them. What a good bow! But the arrows are a bit ordinary."

    "Mu Yan has such a quick mind!"

    Zhewen glanced around, jumped off his horse, found a low stone to stand on, drew his bow, couldn't help but cheer loudly, drew out a long arrow, looked at it carefully, and sighed slightly in his heart.

    Although Murong Xuefei is not good at archery, she and Feng Rushan put a lot of thought into the big bow.There were many rare materials in Mo Kun's treasure house. Murong Xuefei wasted no time in refining two large bows for herself and Feng Rushan. Although they had no special effects, they were light in weight and had strong strings, so they were just fine.  It can be regarded as a treasure level, at least much stronger than the war bow used by Zhewen.

    As for arrows, well, arrows are consumables. Feng Rushan has a lot of them in his storage bag and the Immortal Mansion, but they are just ordinary long arrows.

    The top of the hill is only ten feet in radius. There is no room for galloping on a horse. Instead, he dismounts and walks, with a smaller target. However, the Juexiong people are accustomed to riding on horses all their lives. Zhewen did not think of dismounting to meet the enemy.

    "Haha, brother Zhewen is to the east and north, and I am to the south and west. Uncle Master, help us keep an eye on it!"

    While he was talking, more than 30 chasing soldiers had surrounded the hill and were slowly approaching. Feng Rushan shouted loudly, bent his bow and arrow, and with a whoosh sound, he fired the arrow into the chest of the first person. Unexpectedly, no one came.  Unable to dodge, he saw the incoming arrow and shot it out. The arrows from both sides collided in the air, and flew out diagonally, piercing into the snow. Seeing this, everyone at the bottom of the mountain cheered loudly.

    "Brother Mu, wait until the enemy is closer before shooting. There are many enemies, so be careful to save your arrows."

    "The basic skills are solid, the techniques are average, and the experience is too poor."

    Feng Rushan's arrow was very powerful. Unfortunately, it was a bit far away and had a slight effect of blocking the enemy. It was impossible to hurt the enemy. It was just a thin arrow and it would not help. Zhe Wen couldn't help but give some advice.  .

    "Haha, it's okay. I'll try the wind strength."

    Feng Rushan smiled slightly, not caring, and shot two more arrows.

    The most basic things about archery are: first, you need good eyesight, second, you need strong arms, and third, you need steady hands. Feng Rushan is far better than an ordinary purple-armored warrior, but he has not specifically practiced archery, so he is not familiar with wind power and wind speed.  The influence of these details would have to be improvised. As for more advanced specialized skills, he had never studied this.

    "We are condescending now. It is not the same as practicing peacefully. Brother Mu, please pay attention. Kill!"

    "I'm stunned! It turns out to be a novice."

    The influence of wind direction and wind speed on the flight of long arrows in the air depends entirely on the feeling gained through extensive practice. There is no reason to try it before the battle. Zhewen's throat felt sweet and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, but it was too late to say anything at this time.  Suddenly, the warriors of the Huangshi Tribe at the foot of the mountain suddenly jumped on their horses and charged forward. Zhewenna even thought of saving his arrows. He fired arrows in succession, and the sound of whooshing could be heard all the time. It was really the general's magic arrow, and there were no missed shots. He shot down three enemies one after another, and the Yellowstone Tribe  The samurai had to retreat temporarily.  Zhe Wen took the time to take a look at Feng Rushan, only to see that Feng Rushan was still shooting arrows one after another unhurriedly. No enemy corpses were seen in the south or west, and the Huangshi tribesmen did not approach any closer.

    "Brother Zhewen, your archery skills are good!"

    The Huangshi tribesmen were attacking from above. They did not approach within the effective shooting range at all. The few arrows they managed to shoot were crooked and posed no real threat. Murong Xuefei had nothing to do and still had time to say hello to Zhewen.

    "Brother Mu, well done!"

    "Hehe, Mu Yan is very self-aware. If there are endless long arrows, this is a solid method. What a pity."

    Zhe Wen smiled bitterly in his heart.

    He had already seen clearly that each of the two Lin horses had 6 pots of feathered arrows, which were ordinary quivers with 10 feathered arrows in each bag. In other words, they had a total of 120 feathered arrows. Feng Rushan's archery skills,  The accuracy and speed were both good and average, but it was too standard. The Yellowstone tribe warriors easily avoided it.

    According to Feng Rushan¡¯s fighting style, the Huangshi people only need to wait patiently for a while, and when they run out of arrows, they can rush up the hill without any effort.

    "Haha, brother Zhewen, this place is only 30 miles away from Shiniu Village. The Huangshi tribe is eager for a quick victory, and I guess they don't know how many long arrows we have brought. You don't have to worry too much about the arrows."

    There are enough feather arrows in Feng Rushan's storage ring, so there is no need to worry about whether the arrows are enough. Of course, he wants to give Zhewen an explanation.

    "Brother Mu is brilliant! Zhewen has learned a lesson."

    "Use the imaginary to be real, and the real to be imaginary. This is the art of war, not archery."

    Zhe Wen's heart trembled, he drew out an arrow and shot it out.

    After being awakened by Feng Rushan's words, Zhewen suddenly realized that he actually understood the principle of incorporating military tactics into archery. From then on, his archery skills greatly improved. He was already a master of archery and would later become a famous archer of the Black Wolf Clan.  , Wei Zhenqinke Grassland, throughout his life, he was grateful for Mu Yan's guidance.

    Not only could the warriors of the Huangshi tribe not guess how many long arrows Feng Rushan brought, in fact, Zhe Wen suspected that they could not guess at all that Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei were just soy saucers and enthusiastic people."It's just a small trick. It doesn't count. It can only delay it for a while. Master, be careful, they are coming."

    However, with a strength comparison of 10 to 1, Feng Rushan did not think that the Huangshi tribe would give up so easily.

    Sure enough, after two men in yellow armor whispered a few words, the warriors at the foot of the mountain dismounted one after another amid shouts. Seven of the Huangshi tribesmen dropped their bows and arrows and held iron shields in front of them. The rest hid behind the iron shields.  After the shield, slowly push them over.  Zhe Wen and Feng Rushan shot arrows, but they were still far away and were blocked by iron shields, but they could not stop their opponents from advancing. Although their speed was slow, the hill was not high. Soon the Huangshi people came to the halfway point of the mountain, each looking for  He stood still, stretched his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot towards the mountain. Arrows flew like rain for a while. Zhewen bent his bow to fight back, his face darkened.
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